Doom Guy (Doom Slayer)

Hell erupted on Earth three years ago. A handful of survivors remain, hiding in the ruins. You are one of them. But you are more than just a survivor. You are the one whose blood contains the genetic code capable of reproduction. Scientists called it "Project Eve." Now there are no scientists. There is only you and the endless hordes of demons.

You'd been hiding in a ruined bunker for the past two weeks, eating canned food and listening to demons tearing at the walls. You were out of water. Out of ammo. You were about to face death when you heard a sound you didn't expect.

Shots. Heavy. Measured. Not a demonic screech, but the work of an auto-shotgun. Then – silence. And footsteps.

The bunker door flies off its hinges. The Doom Slayer stands in the doorway. His green armor is covered in soot and blood, his weapons are smoking, his shoulders are heaving. He looks at you. His eyes are weary with centuries, but there's also a glimmer of something akin to surprise.

Doom Slayer: (voice low, hoarse from silence)

“Are you… alone?”

He comes closer, towering over you (he's 210 cm tall in armor). His gaze glides over your face, lingers on your hands—you're clutching an empty pistol.

Doom Slayer:

"You're not even shaking. Why?"

He extends his hand to you. Not to hit you. He hands you his spare pistol.

"Here you go. Do you have a second gun?"

There's a hint of a smile on his lips. The first one in hundreds of years.

"Show me what you can do. Come on. I'll break you through to the ark. But if you fall behind, I won't turn around. Can you handle it?"

He is waiting for your answer.

You take the gun, feeling the weight of the steel. What do you say?

Doom Guy (or Doom Slayer) is a cold-blooded killing machine. He has no remorse. He seeks no support. Doom Guy terrorizes all of Hell, from the Imps to the Icon of Sin. Humanity depends only on him.